Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Feeling the Impact of Flight 93

DSCF0130Until Friday, I didn’t really know I felt about the new film United 93. Like every other American, the scant details of that heroic flight had seared themselves into my imagination, even as the wreckage still smoldered in that Pennsylvania field. But a movie? It all seemed so…exploitive, even if the filmmakers were treating it with the utmost respect. Did we really need to see this on the wide screen? Isn’t it awfully soon? I wasn’t sure, so I headed out for a charity golf tournament and filtered the plight of Flight 93 through the memory of one of its crewmembers, Sandy Bradshaw. A local woman, a mother of two and a part-time flight attendant, Sandy was simply doing her job the day terrorists took over her plane. Her family and friends have been reeling from the impact ever since. Take her sister Tracy Peele, who helps organize the Sandy Bradshaw Memorial Golf Tournament every year. A beaming woman of considerable charm, her face still slackens when she speaks of her lost sibling. It’s a look I’ve seen before.

DSCF0129Just days after 9-11, I hunkered down behind a camera in Sandy’s comfortable home while her husband Phil numbly answered Neill McNeill’s quiet questions. A airline pilot himself, Phil recounted parts of the cell phone call from his wife that awful day. Sandy was a fighter, he said. After a desperate discussion of her children’s future, she hurried off the phone to gather boiling water so she could join the others as they rushed the cockpit. She never called back of course, and the abrupt end to that anguished transmission haunted the father of two as he stared past my lens and into his own private abyss. I couldn’t help but think of my own headstrong wife and two young daughters as Phil Bradshaw surveyed the remains of his newly broken world. When all other words failed him, he motioned my lens to a pile of family photos - all featuring a radiant blonde with a visible verve and an intoxicating smile. As I swept the camera over the pictures, I dropped more than a few tears in its wake.

DSCF0127But a sadly predictable thing happened in the near five years since. The images of that day faded; those heart-wrenching photo albums now merely misplaced keepsakes of a conflict unresolved. Now, a feature film promises to drag out every anguishing cinematic moment. That’s not necessarily a good thing, I thought - but those far closer to this still open wound disagree. As a shiny fleet of golf carts zipped off into the distance, Tracey Peele and her mother Pat Waugh sipped ice from plastic cups and spoke to the local news crews. “It’s not too soon,” they both agreed. Put it off fifty more years or so and the pain of that day is still easily within reach for the two ladies within my lens. If a celluloid treatment reminds others of what none of us should ever forget, then cue up the reel and show some respect. At least that’s the impression I left with, after spending a few minutes with Mrs. Waugh, whose voice still tragically cracks whenever she speaks of a daughter lost.

4 comments:

Colonel Corn's Camera said...

Slinger, I've wanted to write something about the film but you beat me to it. At first I believed it was too soon because we are still in a war that was a result of that day. I wasn't ready to relive the past when the past still isn't over. But, I've been reliving that day ever since they started promoting the film. When I get the time I'm going to relive it here in the blogospere.

Anonymous said...

I can say, as someone not immediately affected by the events of 9-11, that I initially thought the movie would be interesting and wasn't against it per say, but late last night a friend advised me to watch A&E's version of the United 93 flight and while sitting at home watching the flick i couldn't stop from shedding a tear, I cant imagine what it must be like for those that lost someone on that day, and I know now that there is no way that i could handle that type of movie in a public forum, nor do i think it should be monopolized this way, however much "respect" is being paid to the details and the event.

Oreo said...

I heard that the filmmakers talked to every family member of the people on that flight before making the movie. From what I heard, all of them feel the same way Tracey Peele and Pat Waugh do. IMHO, if the family members want this film made, then it needs to be made and no one else has any say in it. Their loved ones sacrificed themselves to save others. What more could anyone ask?

tapeguy said...

One of the best pieced you've done in a while...glad you're back from Sin City...just stay out of my tape room! Again, yes, the little moving LEDs on the tape deck indicate that audio is present!